#Chapter 7 – Mate Bond
Karl

Tiffany’s mouth drops open. She looks at me with some panic, but I don’t know what to say. I’m equally,

if not more, shocked than she is.

“Are you kidding me?” she says. “You’re the owner of this place?”

Abby exchanges a glance with the man beside her. He shifts uncomfortably, looking for a chance to

escape.

“Occasionally,” she replies. “I’m also the chef.”

I look at her for a long moment, something heavy sitting on my chest. “Can we talk alone?”

Her gaze finds mine, and she frowns at the look on my face. After a moment, she glances down at her

watch. “I’m sorry, but the restaurant is really busy tonight. I have to get to another customer.”

She leans closer to the man beside her, and they talk for a moment in low voices. I clench my jaw,

annoyed at the sight of them standing so close. Are they together or are they just colleagues?

“Thanks, Abby,” he says finally. He gives us a weary look as he moves around us and exits the

restaurant.

“Abby–” I start, but the door behind us opens, cutting me off.

A woman walks in, and Abby’s face lights up at the sight of her. She’s dressed in a flattering black

dress, with one of the biggest diamond necklaces I’ve ever seen. Her gaze finds Tiffany and me. She

looks us up and down, then dismisses us completely. Beside me, Tiffany bristles.

Abby greets her warmly, giving her a hug. “Hi, how are you?” she says.

I clench my hands into fists. I can almost feel the heat of her body as the memory of holding her in my

arms comes back to me. She gave the best hugs. After a hard day, there was nothing I wanted more

hold her in my arms, and it always made

missed that until now.

The lady returns her hug,

the other night, but I

Abby gives her brings back more memories than

looks at

think of our new dish?” Abby

Truly,”

watch Abby lead the woman to her table, then

here, but I

a few moments later with a drink, placing it down at the women’s table. They

the customers beside her. It’s clear

that her customers like

admit it to myself, but I missed seeing her like

house, making it ‘just so,’ as

days building our home and making it comfortable,

to a silent,

to me, and I brace myself. Tiffany, when she’s annoyed, is something no man

levels me with a glare. “Karl, you’re

friends. Of course, your ex-wife just had to own this

up, Tiffany,” I

Abby as she moves through the room, becoming more desperate

the minute. Eventually, I realize she’s not

olive skin and a sharp black bob

bland smile.

stops at a nearby table, chatting amiably to the

I think I recognize one of the men smiling

growls. If

need to get out of here. The

her into my arms and pretend the last

betrayal never

forgotten why we separated? I say. I

my mind. There was so much evidence, and my wolf

adamant

Our bond isn’t completely gone.

If you don’t listen to me,

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